I'd forgotten how this feels. It was just like this, on Mars, before the war. The world felt very fragile, like the slightest shift could shatter everything.
You wouldn't believe how it felt, unless you were there. Mostly, outside news wasn't a big concern - before the Reclamation Acts. Then, suddenly, it was as though Martians had spent all their lives asleep to the rest of the solar system, and they were, bit by bit, finally starting to wake up...
God, the tension. Everyone on the street was holding on, by their fingernails, to a reality that seemed more and more likely to slip away. You take peace for granted, until it's gone, and suddenly you have to fight for your life and your freedom and your planet, and you'll lose it all if you don't win.
Well, we didn't win. So, I suppose I have a unique perspective on the current situation. The worst has already happened. My world is gone. And I can watch as these people, all around me, are terrified that their own world is ready to shift into overdrive, again.
Angilo is always tense, now. Lauretta won't look me in the eye. I doubt this job will last much longer.
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